 | Ralph Berry - 1999 - 244 Seiten
...open for the acceptance of Fortinbras's example and the correct version of the Polish solution: "O, from this time forth, / My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!" (65-66). So Hamlet, like Fortinbras, acquiesces in the form of the test. "Poland" becomes the metaphor... | |
 | Theodor Meron - 1998 - 257 Seiten
...let all sleep while, to my shame, I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain. (Hamlet, Add. Pass. 1.38-56) father's... | |
 | Ḥayim Gordon - 2000 - 146 Seiten
...all sleep? while, to my shame, I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men. That for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause. Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain?—O from this time forth. My thoughts... | |
 | Russell Jackson - 2000 - 364 Seiten
...below. As the camera cranes up and away, it captures Hamlet with arms stretched out wide crying: 'O, from this time forth / My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth.' Though this moment seems hyperbolic, it works here because it externalises Hamlet's internal landscape:... | |
 | Robert B. Bennett - 2000 - 204 Seiten
...despite of all grace. 22. Albert C. Baugh, ed., Chaucer's Major Poetry, 472. 1.2.19-26 23. Cf. Hamlet's "From this time forth, / My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!" (4.4.65-66). 24. Barber, Shakespeare's Festive Comedy, 4. 25. Alexander Leggatt, "Substitution in Measure... | |
 | Antonio T. De Nicolás - 2000 - 582 Seiten
...many distinctions which are logical in nature. 3. In sentences like the following two of Hamlet: "Oh, from this time forth, my thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!" or "Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?" he is not asserting propositions except implicitly.... | |
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How stand I then, That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see, The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like... 
